Within the Mirror.

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

Red Alert: Liverpool Thoughts

In case you didn't know, I'm a huge Liverpool fan. Die-hard stuff. I was there a full ninety minutes during this years UEFA Champions League Final in which the most amazing comeback victory ever executed was done, and I was there when Liverpool stooped to it's low points around the last Houllier season. I have seen most of the Liverpool archived matches, became awestrucked at Bruce Grobelaar's blunders and brilliant saves, stared at Ian Rush's most exquisite strikes.

I'm a Reds fan.

So I feel it only right that I make a few comments concerning the Premier League team I so dearly love, as aside to finding something to do with my time.

I need to remind you however, these are purely my opinions, and since they are not even the slightest bit professional, they shouldnt be considered too seriously.

But they still should be considered, nonetheless.

Now. Concerning the team today.

If you do follow the chronicles of today's Liverpool team, you would notice a sharp injection of Spanish flavour into the composite football style of the team. Spanish style per se, not being that of the Primera Liga, but more of the pass-orientated and polite-style of football.

I say polite in stark contrast of more physical teams, such as Blackburn Rovers (who are VERY VERY rough), Fulham and even Manchester United.

Very rarely you will witness a full red shirt going in for a rough slide tackle, and an obscene hand gouge to the eye, or anything like that. But then again, it's not hard for them to adopt it during Rafael Benitez's tenure, seeing as how they natually progressed from French style football under Gerard Houllier.

This Spanish infusion is a direct effect of Rafa Benitez's origin from the nation, which is a normal thing to happen. Houllier signed on the likes of Bruno Cheyrou, Le Tallec and attempted for Cisse in his time, so yea, there you can definitely see a bias towards country.

But I'm quite pleased to see that Benitez has begun to expand his horizons. Look at Mohammad Sissoko, a Mali player. Quality stuff, Sissoko. But unfortunately, he neither has seen much of the ball, much of the pitch even, to do anything of significance. Hopefully, in due time, he will become sensational.

But I'm not saying either that the Spanish players brought in are bad, far from it. In fact, most of them are truly very very good. Playmaker Xabi Alonso and (in contrast to popular opinion) poacher Luis Garcia, for example. Alonso is responsibly for some pretty precise intensive plays and Luis Garcia.....well, we all remember the Chelsea semi-final of the Champion League at Anfield. Of course, with hits, there are misses. Like Josemi and Nunez, but come on, let's be realistic, Benitez takes gambles.

Let us examine the on-pitch team.

Jose Reina, between posts, is admittedly solid. To an unfathomable reason, alot of fellow Reds fans I know do not seem to favour Pepe, opting for the hero-villain Jerzy Dudek that has served the Reds for several seasons beforehand after David James. But regardless, the past 7 matches have been left without a goal conceded, which is something not many goalkeepers can manage.

The back four, consisting of defensive rocks Jamie Carragher (my hero!) and Sami Hyppia, along with a rotating left and right backs, have always been a Liverpool asset. For the past several seasons, Liverpool's back four has been a thing of wonder, of excellence, of permanence. However, it comes to mind that ex-captain Sami Hyppia is getting old, and will soon retire, and his protege and lookalike Zak Whitbread still has volumes to learn, and it was due to his inability to plug the holes that contributed to the recent League Cup defeat by Crystal Palace.

Finding replacements for Hyppia and for the sake of foresight for Carragher is immensely difficult, and proves to be a brewing crisis for Anfield.

Finding a left and right back however, is not a crisis. Strength comes with Riise, technique comes from Finnan, heart comes from Stephen Warnock (a young hero, he), and...uhm....blunders, come from Djimi Traore.

Let's not forget Josemi, who hopefully will only be used as a reserve. Hmm.

Concerning the midfield, which is arguably one of the most diverse midfield personalities in the league, there is much concern to be had. Concern not in terms of quality, in which is present in abundance, but in terms of the functionality of all these talents.

In the midfield, we of course have talismanic captain and ego reactor Steven Gerrard, arguably one of Liverpool's greatest legends, alongside the genius Xabi Alonso, the aforemention poacher supreme Luis Garcia, defensive strongback Didi Hamann, the most unluckiest star player alive Harry Kewell, the aforementioned Sissoko, and the dazzling Zenden (amazing!).

Now. We know all about team chemistry, and we know how some players work with only certain players. Take into consideration, of course, that Steven Gerrard stays full on, as he is the captain. Now, think about it.

Sissoko, being lightfooted and quick as lightning, will only be redundant if he was paired with.....let's say.....Zenden. And we can't possibly expect results if we chuck both Hamann and Alonso on the field, for that would mean a purely technical game.

So that's the thing, Benitez adopts a method of rotation. Some games he uses certain players based on the opponents, some games he uses mainstay positive personalities. This is good, of course.

But this is bad for the player, and for younger players, it will fail to cultivate a sort of consistent mainstay attitudes. Being rotated isn't good for a personality that is willing to give more, that is willing to produce a better performance. Thus, the search for a good, consistent and skilful midfield is a big problem. On one hand, Benitez could opt to find mainstays that guarantees games but neglects subs, but on the other, he could rotate as he is now, and neglects full on mainstays that can become legends.

Oh the pain.

Now, let us look at Liverpool's recent problem: Good strikers.

We have, as of now, Djibril Cisse (highest scorer!), Fernando Morientes, the amiable Peter Crouch, Sinama Ponggole and the one-shot hero Neil Mellor.

Cisse has been looking good lately, so i won't press much on him. His cocky attitude adds a new dimension of personality to the overall hearty Liverpool team, but sometimes....enough is enough.

Morientes is a good player, hands down. It's just...his form has yet to be found. He's good in the air, he's strong in his shots, he plays the ball...why can't he score a lot more? I believe it is his service work, his anticipation play is abit slim.

Ahh....Peter Crouch. I'm gonna bum out here, I like Crouch. He's very good with control, he's....REALLY tall, making him automatically good in the air (but not in accuracy of headers), he's got heart, he's a good passer, he's a team player...it's just that he can't score. Yes, he's a good player, a very good one. But he's not a good striker, at least not yet. Like Ian Rush mentioned in the newspapers this morning, he needs to be far more selfish to become a good scorer. Lord with him.

Pongolle and Mellor....well, what can i say. They're young, fresh legs, Pongolle with his raging temper and funky hair and Mellor with...that cracker against Arsenal. But they have soo much potential...just little play time.

Well, thats it for now, i've got things to do :P. So uh, til next time!

(Listening to :- Depapepe -SUMMER PARADE)

Thursday, November 03, 2005

Raaaaasskk...!

I'm playing chess with myself.

One step, a lone white pawn moves forward. A second in fame it spends.

A black knight, it's armor shining in the pale moonlight, leaps ahead of the assailing dark meat puppets, blocking the white pawn's way.

It weeps.

Fourteen moves later.

Blood (imaginary, yes) has been shed on the marbled black and white tiles of the grounds.

The white queen stands next to the dark King, who bides his time.

But before she could run her knife from the dark King's ear to ear, a pawn claims her.

She is no more.

Another seven moves later.

The grounds is empty, save two knights, three pawns, the Kings, and a Bishop.

The pawns congregate at the side, while the Dark Knight confronts the white King, who stands by his Holyman.

Three moves later.

The Dark King is isolated. The White Bishop holds his staff high, while the White Knight stands firm.

Check mate.

I'm.

So.

Friggin.

Bored.

I'm not even writing cohesively.

Burn meeeee!

(Listening to : - Something is Calling You - Norah Jones)

Wednesday, October 19, 2005

Tagged. Get it off me.

Wooo!

Darkness new album!

Woo!
Seladang second place in debate! (Not so woo)

Woo!
Goal coming out tomoro!

Woo!
Talentime coming!

Woo!
Cat invading my house! (Woo?)

Woo!
Franz Ferdinand new album in bag!

Woo woo!
Access to ps2!

Wooooooooo!
....uh.

Well, that summarized it.
ON WITH THE TAG!

Ahem.
Seven things you plan to do before you die
1. Hmm. Toughie. Find love. Have sex. Get married. Have kids. Definitely. Create another me. A better me. Hmmm...
2. Become an established person in the world of art and/or writing and/or film and/or music.
3. Travel the world as a rockstar.
4. Go backpacking in a wide open country.
5. Walk the world as a person who lives in his own fantasy, talking mumbo jumbo for a few days.
6. Understand the meaning of life and death, and everything else with it.
7. Encounter a life changing experience.

Seven things you can do
1. Talk alot of crap, and sound good doing it.
2. Squeeze through the tightest of precipices.
3. Quote to you lines from various low-profile movies.
4. Write passages that makes sense only to myself, and the little boy beside me.
5. Think through things only to make myself more confused.
6. Want something badly, and do absolutely nothing about it.
7. Talk to myself.

Seven celebrity crushes
I'm picky. Thus, I am unable to touch seven.
1. Rachel Weisz (*swwooooon*)
2. Norah Jones (*SWOOOOOOOON*)
3. Sandra Bullock (old? heh)
4. Kiera Knightley

Gah, good lord. I can't think of any right now. I'll pop in more as I can remember.

Seven most repeated words
1. What the hell?
2. I guess.
3. Shit.
4. Aiyaa.
5. Oh my gaaawd...
6. (New one) Bangkai.
7. Sot ledi.

Seven physical traits you look for in the opposite sex
1. Hmm. I know it's hypocritical: Posture.
2. I really like long, black hair, but I'm not fussy.
3. Ability to produce good coherent sentences. (it's physical)
4. Short-er than me? :P
5. Smile, definitely.
6. Bedazzling eyes would be good plus.
7. Hm. The presence of teeth?

Seven tags to go to
1. Every
2. Damn.
3. Person.
4. That.
5. Really.
6. Read.
7. This.

HAH!

Three names you go by
Other than my real name,
1. Ah Quah.
2. Nickew.
3. Boy.

Three Screen name you've ever had
Quite a long history.
1. Xeifur89 (still use it sometimes)
2. Nny
3. Constantine

Three physical things you like about yourself
1. Height? I think?
2. My fingers? I hope?
3. Uhm. feet.

Three physical things you don't like about yourself
1. My Face (too many things on it to name)
2. My wrists.
3. My waist.

Three parts of my heritage
1. Chinese.
2. Apparently, somewhere in Europe but I can't recall.
3. *shrug*

Three things that scare you
1. Death. To myself and to others around me.
2. The failure of determining a meaning and purpose to my life.
3. Being ultimately alone.

Three drinks (alcoholic or non)
1. Red Wine. (mm!)
2. Shandy. (:P)
3. Coke. (Better foam than pepsi)

Three of your everyday essentials
1. Music.
2. People.
3. Tv.

Three things you're wearing right now
1. Shorts.
2. Uhm.
3. I can tell you what i'm NOT wearing... ^_^.

Three of your favourite movies
1. Hmm. The Village. (I have my reasons)
2. Lost in Translation.
3. Constantine.

There are just too many.

Two truths and a lie
1. I'm afraid of the dark.
2. I once had a dream of intimate properties. In daylight. In public.
3. I haven't driven in my life.

Three physical things about the opposite sex that appeal to you
1. I won't lie. Butts.
2. Hair. Women do have nicer hair.
3. Lips.

Three careers you are considering, or have considered
1. Lawyer.
2. Film Maker.
3. Rock Star.

Three ways that you are stereotypically a guy
1. My room is a mess.
2. I fantasize.
3. I have an ego. A big one.

Three people you would like to see take this quiz now
1. Bill Clinton. Heh.
2. Stephen Hawking.
3. Tung Shen. HAH.

Voila.

(Listening to :- Tears and Rain - James Blunt)

Monday, October 10, 2005

Deadline: 2 days.

Woo!

Exams.

Are.

Dying.

It's only a matter of time to kill the old geezer.

Monday, September 12, 2005

Ethic of a Rawk Starr.

Ahh....rock shows. Possibly the closest thing to a visual orgasm.

Not that I know what that is....of course.

*cough*

Anyway, I've always had a dream to lose all dignity and self-consciousness in front of large quantities of people, possibly clad in something ridiculously put together, in the overall effort to crunch out a bloody good rock show.

One thing I've noticed about local outfits and most bands on television these days (not a good source to research on for inspiration, I might add): Everyone wants to do the hip hop thing.

What the hell?

Now, I've nothing against hip hop. I just don't particularly like the idea of wearing outrageously loose clothing, revealing the top part of the pair of designer underwear I'm wearing, putting on da bling bling (whacchamacallit?), crooking my back, and acting cool.

Nor do I particularly enjoy the music itself, which actually is nothing to be had or prominent of, as per se just a compliment to the 'style' it tries to feed the hungry bawling public.

Perhaps I'm being hypocritical; perhaps to one person the style of rock and roll is as disgusting to them as hip hop is appalling to me.

But I don't give a rat's ass about them.

(What, you pissed at me? You. Yeah, you with the funny hair)

Anyway, I'm drifting. Back on the topic: Local rock outfits, or at least the successful ones, possess the habit of dropping into the hip hop style of things. I'm naming no names or pointing no fingers (pop shuvit *cough*), but I find this absolutely unacceptable.

Wanna make music like that? Don't call it rock.

Maybe some of you might think I'm bein' unfair; that maybe I should give some leverage for certain people to test the waters of mixing different genres of music.

Bite me.

What happened to the good ol' rock music? What happened to the Led Zeppelins? Where has the ZZ tops gone? What the hell have you done with Aerosmith? Why didn't God save the Queen from the flow of mainstream music?

Alas. That era is at an end.

What used to stand the mighty gods of rock and roll now looms the three-quarter pants and squeaky, whiny voices of pop-punk rockers.

For shame, for shame.

It may be early, but I do realize Talentime's coming. The last one I'll ever take part in. And with that, I dedicate whatever the hell I'm going to do on that day to the glorious demise of Rock and Roll.

Thank you Elvis, thank you Pink Floyd, thank you Queen, thank you AC/DC, thank you David Bowie.

POwaaa!

(Listening to :- Bareback - The Darkness)

Sunday, September 04, 2005

Surveillance :S.

Kah Ann tagged me for this.

I'm bored. So there.

1. Total Number of Books you own:

Quite a damn lot. Not gonna count.

2. The Last Book you Bought :

Street Boys by.....I forgot. Some Italian-American. Haven't read it yet. Not gonna til i'm free-er.

3. Last book I read:

Completely? Uhm. A furniture catalogue? And mebbe Harry Potter: HBP.

4. Five books that meant alot to me:

Wow. Tough question.

- Neverwhere, by Neil Gaiman:
One of the first full-length book I ever read. The book that started it all for me, actually ^_^. As a direct result, I grew up looking at things in a darker perspective, being fascinated by things of mystism and impossible. Got me hooked on other books too. Oh! And the importance of anonymous characters. Yum yum.

- Hearts In Atlantis, by Stephen King:
Don't know why really. First book ever to make me question my existence, to question the purpose of society, to question the decisions of elder that beforehand I believed to all be planned out and sorted into some 'big plan'. Read it when I was really young, I think when it first came out....or was it the second edition?

- Soul Music, by Terry Prachett:
Of all the Prachett books, I love this one the best. Packed with so many musical reference it'll make a music addict bleed, it also describes one of my most favourite depiction of Death (which conveniently, has a granddaughter), a traditional black hooded skeletal figure which speaks in CAPITAL LETTERS. Booyah!

- The HitchHiker's Guide to the Galaxy, by Douglas Adams:
No brainer. Read it. And you shall know all.

- The Entire Sandman Collection, by Neil Gaiman and an assortment of artists:
A cop out, I know. Suure....you said Book. These are comic BOOKS. Or 'graphic novels', for those of you with problems saying the word comic. The most magnificent pieces of literature ever written in this generation. You cant miss it. Read. Read. READ.

The End.

(Listening to : - Funk Soul Brother - Fatboy Slim)

Monday, August 29, 2005

Golden yellow sunshine.

This marks my first post in a very, very long time.

Don't really have anything to do right now, so I guess I'll just pose random entries. Again, as with most of my posts, this entry will purely be for my own use and a sort of therapeutic process for me.

A man walks into a bar, and sees a shadow that smiles the years of his youth. He buys a drink and sits on a barstool next to it, and engages himself in a deep yet dreamy conversation with the barkeep, who is oddly concurring every word he says. He pays no attention. Soon he falls asleep, atop his barstool, drink in right hand, drool creeping onto left. The shadow smiles wider.

If, by any chance, when you wake up one day, and begin to question the purpose of your life, is that the moment when your life ceases to be magical? The minute you adorn a cynical thought? The moment you stop believing you are more than just flesh and blood?

A child picks up a pencil. A paper is placed in front of him. He hesitates. He puts the pencil back down. He walks away. Lesser than he had ever knew, he would have been the world's greatest architect, if only he started sketching that very moment.

Is there life outside the walls that confine you?

A balloon travels a good distance across a city. It has seen more things than a normal person would ever see in his or her life.

How do you constitute life? Breath? Heartbeats? Emotions? Death?

A paradox: Something placed on one end of a spectrum can only exist if something exists on the other. Without good, there is no evil. Without light, there is no dark. Without life, there is no death. Without dreams, there is no reality.

What are dreams? Sigmund Freud: Implications of Sex. You: Utter nonsense. A writer: A collection of feelings, emotions, thoughts, premonitions, memories, and hope. A liar lying about his lies: The compilation of the days gone by. A man: The combination of yesterday, today and tomorrow.

Me: All or none of the above.

Smiling = Painful, yet necessary, but not always done by the majority, but optional, like circumcision.

This concludes the end of the post.

(Listening to :- Twentysomething - Jamie Cullum)